Too Late

The smell of something burning filled the air as Atior staggered. She clutched the relic tighter as she glared at the hooded individual who suddenly attacked her with a bolt of lightning.

Luckily, she was able to avoid it as she sensed the arrival of someone Blessed behind her.

"A sorcerer… I see…" the woman behind the hood uttered, her voice sounding strained. Her hand was crackling with lightning. "Die!"

*BANG!*

Without warning, she sent a bolt of lightning toward Atior. However, the latter was able to conjure what looked like shadowy creatures swirling around her, protecting her from the lighting.

Seeing this, the one wearing the hood sent arcs of lightning, each bolt exploding on contact with a satisfying crackle.

"Who— Who are you!?" the woman wearing a hood spoke. "I have never heard of someone that could— " she made a deliberate pause as if she just realized something crucial. "You are one of them!"

*BANG!*

*BANG!*

*BANG!*